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message 1: by Wes, Moderator (new)

Wes (pricerightbooks) | 473 comments Mod
For all the poets in our group if you have a short poem to share of your own work please post it so that we can enjoy and comment.


message 2: by Christopher (new)

Christopher Roman | 6 comments
Not me
By: Christopher Roman


How will you know when it's safe
to have your way?
It doesn't take much of a badgered man to come and take your last pidgeon away.

He says "save a spot in your sleeping bag for me"
I just don't see how it's helping me to be free

you beat me down to my knee,
brush me off and then you ask "Pretty please.
Can I have a little loyalty?"

Not me....
Not me....



message 3: by Ashley (new)

Ashley (readerandwriter) Beauty and the Body-Ashley Megan Lamore(This poem is from my book "My Written Thoughts".

We are born with a beautiful body
A body that takes critcism
Our toughest critic being ourselves
We try to change our body
When we should be trying to enhance it
With what we have and what there is
When we wish we had another girl's body
That girl most likely wishes she had ours
Pefection
Although we know it does not exist
We still reach for it
We blind ourselves with the
Image of a perfect body
Failing to see the beauty that's
Already there


message 4: by Ashley (new)

Ashley (readerandwriter) This is a new poem I just came up with. Tell me what you think

Untitled- by Ashley Megan Lamore

I’ve been going down this road
For twenty-one years
What I know now
I learned from the past
I learned from others
I’ve been down many different roads
Family Boulevard
A street I know so well
I know every ditch and bump
I could walk this street blind
Friends & 1st, Friends& 2nd ,Friends & 3rd
And so forth
Streets that can be fun
Streets I walk down all the time
Streets I take a break from
Streets I stop walking down
There are roads I have yet to walk down
Love Lane
Although this street is a dangerous one
And the possibility of getting hurt is great
Most say it is the coolest street
On the block
Other roads are waiting for me to find them
Do I turn left or right?
Go straight or walk back the other way?
I’ll figure that out
When I have to make that decision



message 5: by Wes, Moderator (new)

Wes (pricerightbooks) | 473 comments Mod
Great poem Ashley I really like it.


message 6: by Ashley (new)

Ashley (readerandwriter) Which one Wes? I got two of them on here. :)


message 7: by Wes, Moderator (new)

Wes (pricerightbooks) | 473 comments Mod
I liked them both but the second most of all.


message 8: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments Sactuary
By: Aumee Ahmed

Take me away from here
for I yearn to die.
Let me stay in thy eternal slumber
in true peace I will lie.
The world no longer holds
the trifle things I need.
There remains no love for me
nor any for my deed.

Give me relief from all this
these miseries around.
Grant me thy sactuary
within this holy ground.
In the sky, the birds will fly;
in the sea, fish will swim.
Slowly will my lifes light
begin to fade and dim.

A cool breeze flows through
as dawns the night.
T'would be a pity to waste this air
on one such worthless light.
Have mercy, my Lord
on those who bore me.
Let the tide come once more
and wash their sorrow into the sea.




message 9: by Wes, Moderator (new)

Wes (pricerightbooks) | 473 comments Mod
Aumee are you ok?.... just checking on you..... that was a nice dark poem.



message 10: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments LOL
thanks
dont worry..i'm not suicidal or anything. i wrote this poem a while back. i think i was in depression...i'm a cancerian in all that it implies....especially the part about being EXTREMELY moody!!!LOL!!
OH, and to everyone else....be merciless in ur criticism..:D


message 11: by Aumee (last edited Jan 12, 2008 09:14AM) (new)

Aumee | 72 comments Reminiscence
By: Aumee Ahmed

As I sat quietly on the pier-
A beautiful breeze rippled the water face.
Warm and pleasent was the atmosphere,
Where I felt so quaint and out of place.
I felt marooned; stranded here:
With a harsh, cold world to face.
As warm air carelessly brushed my skin;
A lonesome gust chilled me from within.

It wasn't long ago, that you came;
Came like the wind, and blew my world away.
I had my life planned and set in frame-
Designed every whit for work: no play.
Then, there you were; wild and game;
Eager to show me the light of a new day.
Through you I learned to be-
To open my eyes and truely see.

The midsummer nights were enigmatic!
The autumn evenings enflamed;
Everything was blissful-so romantic!
Who'd have thought I'd be left so maimed?
You left so suddenly and so quick;
When by Him you were claimed.
Though in my life, you were evenescent,
There's not a moment with you that I repent.

So, by this lake I remain:
Broken-hearted and spiritless.
Fighting hard to overcome ths pain;
To clean up this life which lay a'mess.
The limits of endurance I must strain,
If I am to retreive life and happiness.
I pray you rest in peace,whilst in me,
Your memories thrive for all eternity.


message 12: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments THANKS ASHLEY!!!
i'm blushing furiously but u can't tell cuz i'm dark-skinned!!!LOL!!!
It's really cool that u have ur own book out...i've always wanted to publish one of my own...but i can never seem to finish my stories...*sob*!!


message 13: by Ashley (new)

Ashley (readerandwriter) Aumee-

I think you mean me about having a book out. My name is Ashley also and I do have a book of poetry out.


message 14: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments *dizzy*
wow this is a bit confusing...lol
anyways, i meant wut i said about the book ashley.
and i'm going to call Ashley Godbehere, Ashley G
if u dont mind. I liked ur poem, i completely understand the feeling behind it.


message 15: by Symbol (new)

Symbol I was just writing in my journal. I stopped to read it over and realized that each paragraph more-or-less formed a stanza. I've reworded it slightly and added in some line breaks but that's essentially it.
I'll call it 'Alone' 'cause that's how I was feeling when a wrote it.

Alone

I feel so hollow, so empty, so alone.
I keep on writing to no one in particular.
I write letters and e-mails, journals and notes.
I just write and write and write and
I feel hollow.

I want to cry, but I'm too tired.
What does crying help anyway?
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of being stressed and
Worrying all the time.

Are we too different?
You and I?
That we want different things out of life?
My head knows but
My heart won't tell.

They tell me again and again
To just let you go.
But even when I scream with frustration
Or worry myself sick,
I stil love you more than you know.

I remember how you make me laugh.
How you make me smile.
I remember the trill I felt the first time
You took my hand in yours.
And tender kisses and loving words.

I remember how happy you make me feel.
But am I just constructing a fantasy
Out of embellished memories?
What will the future really bring?
And when will I have to face the reality
Of this thing?

Not great poetry, but not bad considering that it wasn't originally intended as such.


message 16: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments *sighs deeply and nods her head*
*applauds*
*sees everyone quirking their eye-brows*
*grins*



P.S.
Symbol, i think its great!!


message 17: by Symbol (new)

Symbol Thanks Aumee! That really means something coming from someone whose work I admire so much. :)


message 18: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments .....my work........
gosh! that just gave me chills!!!
i've never considered my writing to be 'work'....just my thoughts.........but i love the phrase...'my work'......*sigh*
*giggles*
thanks symbol, you really made my day!!
keep writing....



message 19: by Aumee (new)

Aumee | 72 comments like i said on the other board
AWESOME!!


message 20: by Sella (new)

Sella Malin It's not as good as all of yours, but I like writing personification poems. I wrote this one when I had to leave a school I had gone to for six years, and I really didn't want to leave the school.

Time
She is very tricky and sneaky.
Always playing pranks and getting into mischief.
If you want her to slow down,
She laughs at you,
And zooms by quickly.
And if you want her to go fast,
She walks as slowly as she can.
If you are late,
She teases you and goes faster,
So you’ll be even later.
And if you are waiting for something,
She slows down so you will wait longer.
She always makes sure to run out,
Just when you need her most.
She does everything the opposite of what you want.
She doesn’t care if you want her to go back,
Or go forward.
She doesn’t even care if she makes you sad.
And when she has passed,
She leaves you standing and wishing it didn’t all go.
She doesn’t care about your feelings,
Or your memories.
She doesn't wait for you or let you
Say goodbye.
And when you look back on her,
She makes you cry.
She is time.






message 21: by Sella (new)

Sella Malin Another personification one. This one I wrote when I had the flu.

Sickness

Once sickness has chosen its victim, you,
He creeps slowly and silently,
Sneaking and tiptoeing secretly to you
And slowly settling.
He waits, hidden, and then, slowly, he starts to show himself.
He slowly spreads from head to toe, evilly grinning and chuckling on the way.
He starts to wrap himself around you mercilessly
And doesn’t stop until he has completely engulfed you.
He swallows you whole and keeps you there for while,
Changes his cruel mind,
And spits you out but still tightly wrapped around you.
He squeezes tighter and tighter until it feels as if you are going to die,
And then slowly, he lets go.
After he completely un raps himself from you,
He lingers a while longer before tiptoeing away as stealthily as when he came.
Leaving a trace of himself behind that will follow him later,
He whispers one single message as he leaves.
“I will be back.”
Then while his old victim is not really sure if he’s gone yet or not,
He goes about in search of his next victim to torture,
Slithering like the snake he really is.


message 22: by [deleted user] (new)

hi sella

i really like the one about time
it is so true
and personification is a neat way to express that concept in particular
it's to the point and you didn't try to use a lot of flowery language
i could "hear" your voice in it
i couldn't totally get into the sick one
cause i hate being sick :)


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